We asked you to send us your best song, poem, painting, video, sculpture, short story or photo on the theme of "modern medicine and why it matters". The deadline for entries is 5 January 2014, so if you're planning to enter, make sure you do so soon!
Find out about the great prize and how to enter.
The competition was inspired by the Wellcome Trust's exhibition Foreign Bodies, Common Ground.
If you're still in need of inspiration, take a look at this selection of entries that we've already received. These are not winners – not yet anyway. They'll be judged with all other entries once the competition has closed.
Scar by Shelley Stocken
I've a mark upon my torso
Like a zipper, only more so.
It commences at my suprasternal dent;
Then continues down my centre,
Like a stocking seam is meant to,
Though its terminus is very slightly bent.
When I got it, I was nascent.
Had my doctors been complacent,
My life might have been as fleeting as a fart.
But persistent cyanosis
Meant a rapid diagnosis
Of a blocked pulmonary valve inside my heart.
Quite a fiddly operation
Soon restored my respiration;
My complexion turned a healthy baby pink.
Now I'm fixed, though I was broken;
And I bear a fleshy token
Of my short post-natal visit to the brink.
People might think I'm ill-fated
Or in some way mutilated
Or I don't know when they're trying not to stare.
But when I look, all I see,
Is just the provenance of me
And the nicest thing that I could ever wear.
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